User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Mossflower Country & Beyond/@comment-25220117-20121101173924/@comment-25220117-20121110180211

''The rat turns his back to the captain. Cupping his paws over his mouth, he calls to any who would listen'' "Out wid the oars oars, mates! Let's fight these waves!" Bulgorn flashes his trademark grin, cracking his whip against the deck "Aye, an' any slackers'll taste the Captain's Daughter!"

''Soon, the ship sailed steadily on, no longer handicapped by its windless sails, the oars breaking through the crashing waves as the crew breaked back and cut skin, eager to find land. A gaunt searat turned, retching over the side as he pulled his oar. Wiping his mouth with the back of a grimy paw, he grimaced at Bulgorn'' "C'mon, can't ye gis yer mates a moment afore ye slash yer accursed rope!?" In response, Bulgorn leered, giving the searat several slashes across his back "Back t' werk wid yew, wretch"

''Baal soon came to Zakrav, a young ferret in tow. Giving his Captain a salute, he prodded the ferret forward'' "Young Skaul says `e's seen land, sir. Right?" The ferret nodded eagerly, his sable fur bristling with pride "Aye, Captain! Just off t' th' southwest side. An island, with little trees pokin' around it an' a great rock in th' center. It should only take a few 'ours afore we git there if we sail towards it, I reckon!"